The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-01-17

ness meant death. Without auckland G
knowledge, the keeper forced some
brandy into its huge jaws; and capacious
enough they were. for whole bottle
being emptied, the tusks again parted,
as II pleading for more. Strange to
say, although that sea lion lived for
months afterward, it would pretend to
be sick every day, and would refuse to
get well until it was provided with
brandy. No symptoms ever appeared
till after death, when Mr.. auckland
found that, though the first drink re-
stored the creatures spirits, still so val
liable an exhiblt-in London specially
would have lived much longer had it
never manifested that craving for
more.
A little while ago gentleman wrote
most interesting letter to the Century
Magazine, in which he spoke of a mag
pie who used to wander about his gar.
den. The gentleman was fond of fish.
ing, and also of matutinal whisky and
milk. On certain mornings he would
enter his garden, whisky and milk III
hand, to search for certain worm.
While searching one morning he placed
his unfinished whisky and milk upon q
RACED ree-stump level with the ground.
The magpie was hopping about, but the
gentleman. intent on his work, paid no
notice to him until he heard a chirk!
chirk! chirk! and there was the magpie
with his beak deep in the morning de-
coction. He drove the bird off, conclud-
ed his business, and went away. A few
mornings after the gentleman again en-
tered the garden, glass in hand, and,
putting down the unfinished liquor in
the same place, Judge of his surprise
when he was confronted by the magpie
with large worm in its beak. 1t was
some time before he could understand,
but at last he realized the situation,
and, taking the worm, he handed the
glass to the bird, who dipped gleeful-
ly. Ever afterward his worms were
brought to him, and the alcoholic re-
ward was paid.
Now for croaking raven who
patronized our Board of Viticulture.
The captain of barkentine trading
between here and Honolulu is very
fond of Zinandel claret wine, and
always keeps his cabinet stocked with
it. At his home in Alabama he reared
a raven that does nothing but croak
all day, but as conversation is scarce
where there are no passengers, he
shortly took. and still does take, this
raven with him on every voyage. But
while you are drinking Zinfandel
something is liable to 60 wrong on
deck. On, one occasion it was so, and
by rushing hurriedly up the companion
way he slipped and spilled the contents
of his glass into the ravens cage. The
bright red color of the liquid was
enough ATTRACTION. but the taste of it
proved more, for now the ravens little
bowls of water must be diluted with
claret or he will croak all day and
subsequently, below for claret.
We have all heard of the COW who
kicked over whisky-still apparatus,
and caused the old beldame who MIXED
it to declare that it was "betther nor
dhrop O. the craythur;" and possibly
the fishcrman's story of the biggest fish
being caught with an empty beer bot
tie for bait has been ofttimes chroni.
cled: but there was in the English
counties, while ago, an Irish vegeta-
BILE vendor who owned small cart
drawn by mule, and who toiled along
the dusty turnpike roads doing his
principal business at the old English
rustic inns. Now, in front of every inn
was a water-trough where beasts OF
burden could quench their thirst while
their masters went inside. As the
vendor combined business with pleas
ure. he was compelled to call for his
pewter Of beer while he pulled out the
vegetables from the back Of his cart,
and. having quatfed, he put the half
empty pewter down on the side OF the
water trough and proceeded to attend
to his business. Having picked out
few Of his wares. he came round to quaff
once more, but found the pewter almost
empty. Not being sure rs to what
quantity he had consumed. he called to